To my son on his 6th birthday!

I remember the day  you came to me.  It was winter and very cold. My mind that day was more on your “didi” (older sister), just a year and half herself,  and at home without me. You came –  a small parcel wrapped up in cloth. I was expecting a shrieking, crying child, demanding to be fed/ burped/ changed and looked after. I had already steeled myself, resolving to not let your babyish ways monopolize all my time. Determined to also be fair to “didi, practically an infant herself. Instead you were completely  undemanding. Quiet! as if saying “Mom, don’t worry about me. I can wait , check on her first”.  And that won me over! the generosity, the patience , the “politeness”, that you showed as an infant. Even as  a toddler, it was amusing to watch,  the way you hero worshiped her. You were like putty in her hands. Even when she was unfair, you let it pass.  Your eyes saying you were not  fooled by her tricks but choosing to be  generous because, after all she was your “didi”. and worth being treated like a little goddess.

As you both grew and your personalities started to firm. I saw traits I know I will be proud of – sensitivity, sincerity, generosity, willingness to share, desire to be fair,  friendliness, chirpiness, quick wit and an awesome sense of humour. Soon your talents became evident too – An ear for music, a memory for dance steps, knack for languages and math, and a sharp intellect.

I also became aware of the areas that needed to be worked upon – A weakness for food, tendency towards laziness, fondness for TV. As a mother I worry about these. But I know that these are not insurmountable.  What I really worry about are actually your qualities. Your sensitivity that lets you empathize with that child on the street but also makes you vulnerable to hurts and slights from your ‘companions’. Your sincerity, that lets you be the teachers pet, but also makes you an easy target for bullies! Your generosity that allows you to share your pencils with a classmate but also allows those less scrupulous than you to take advantage of you!


But your strengths far outnumber your frailties and looking at the child you are today. I can imagine the man you will be one day. A man of his words. A  talented, intelligent , confident boy who will steal hearts with his words and win admiration with his intellect. And one who would never ever hurt his “didi” or any other girl cause they are “princesses” meant to be treasured! And that day  I would consider my job as a mom, well done!


9 Comments Add yours

  1. Excellent writeup. Muffin would love this when he would be a grown up. Keep writing.

  2. meena says:

    wow sappy!!!its so well written,really touching!beautiful words!god bless both d little ones!

  3. You completed several good points there. I did a search on the issue and found a good number of people will go along with with your blog.

  4. What a remarkable young man you have, a credit not only to himself but also to you! My Ryan, now 23, was the same way…patient, low-key, helpful. He is living in London now but continues to make us proud every day.

    1. Thanks! he is remarkable.. 23 seems so grown up and far away in the future.. but not so long ago 6 seemed far away in the future too..

  5. Oh, what a precious gift to a son from his mother. Priceless!

    I hope he grows up to read it one day, when he is not just able to read but also understand.

    1. I love the concept of birthday letters. Try to do it for both my kids each year… Want them to hav thee as a memory of me and them and our times together when they are old and me older..and not as much fun maybe!

  6. ZinalBhadra says:

    You have an awesome blog here… i am going to keep an eye on all your posts 🙂 Keep up the good work that you are doing

    1. Thanks so much “Zinal” (thats a unique name) . Would love to have your eye on the blog! 🙂

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